Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Tomorrow I have a skin biopsy scheduled for 8:40am. I'm terrified. I know scleroderma isn't a death sentence, but I also know that my quality of life will not be the same if I receive this diagnosis. I've recently had skin changes on my face, hands, and feet. My hope is that it's related to lupus, but these aren't typical lupus symptoms. Tonight, as the girls danced the tears started flowing. I have a hard time accepting what my life may be and imagining my own mortality. At dinner, I cried again, and right now I continue to do the same. Tomorrow we have a big event at one of my stores. So, after my appointment, I'll put on a strong face and smile as usual.